Inside the abandoned factory.
Zhao Wenhua had set up a table, arranged fine wine and delicacies, and was eating and drinking with a group of second-generation rich kids, chatting and laughing.
"Brother Zhao." Suddenly, Zhang Tianfu stood up drunkenly, toasted Zhao Wenhua, and then looked at Bai Lan with a lecherous smile, "Ten minutes, hahaha, less than ten minutes left, and we can enjoy this so-called goddess to our heart's content!"
"I'm really looking forward to it. We have this privilege all thanks to Eldest Young Master Zhao. This favor can never be forgotten!"
"Eldest Young Master Zhao, Master Zhao, thank you so much, truly, for letting us toy with such a marvel."
The other second-generation rich kids echoed in agreement, all full of anticipation, their minds involuntarily starting to imagine various ways to torment Bai Lan.
